+Scream+ I know, Puking isn't pretty. Even if it does make me skinny. And all I ever wanted to be, Was pretty. So then, why do I do this? I've never had a problem, With avoiding the spores. That come from other's jealous lips. Wanting to stand out, but being afriad. Yet, I can't ignore these. This... Fungus. That leeches it's way into my brain. Going through my ear canal, And attaching it's rotten self, To my already reeling brain stem. Twisting it's slender tail, And strangling me. Smacking me into reality, That reality, That I'm fat. And always will be. But, this urchin will help. It will tell me, "Everything will be O.K., Just use this brush, And ignore the savory odors, Along with the delicious sights. And it'll all be alright." I obey. Giving myself up to this beast. Smiling as I'm slaughtered. Trying to ignore the pain. Trying to turn into a masochist, So I can atleast draw some pleasure from this. But, I know that won't happen. Because my parasite, Denies everything to me, Unless it ends with an ear-piercing, Glass shattering, Scream. THE END